He chuckled, his amber eyes twinkling in the firelight. I ran my hands along the hard planes of his chest and felt his muscles ripple beneath my touch.
“Say it again,” he commanded. His voice was low and seductive, like dark honey drizzling over me.
“You. Belong. To me,” I breathed against his mouth, feeling out of control in all the best kinds of ways.
His lips brushed against mine and he growled out his reply, “And you’re mine now too.”
He yanked my coat off my arms and tossed it aside, then slipped his hands under the hem of my sweater to pull it over my head. I expected his fingers to be cold, but his touch seared me as he slid the material up and over my head. When my head popped out, he waggled his eyebrows at me and trapped my arms in the sweater, holding them over my head, forcing me to arch my back. With an entirely too-delicious sparkle in his eye, he backed me up against the wall next to the fireplace and trapped me there with his big, strong body.
“I’ve been dying to taste this particular spot of skin since the moment I saw you.” His hand roamed across my waist, then up and up, learning every single nook and cranny of my curves. Shivers went down to my toes, and I leaned into his touch.
“That’s not one spot.” The words came out in a gasp as he skimmed his knuckles over my bra and across the tops of my breasts, not giving me half of what I wanted. Tease.
“I want to taste all of you.”
Bridger bent his head and pressed his lips to the spot his fingers had just been. Instead of a soft kiss, he scraped his teeth across my skin, nipped at me, and then kissed away the sting.
My breath hitched, and I groaned out at every new sensation that crashed through me. “Then taste me. All of me.”
“You are so damn beautiful. Every inch of you.” He whispered these sweet nothings, punctuated with soft kisses and little nips all up and down my throat.
I was a model. I knew I was beautiful, even when what felt like the rest of the world didn’t. But when he said it, his words empowered me in a way that had me feeling so alive in this moment. With him, and only him, the binds of any inhibitions or doubts that were holding me back broke, and I was free.
He finally yanked the sweater from my hands and tossed it aside. His fingers went to the back of my neck, and he threaded them through my hair. We stared into each other’s eyes so long, I was sure I’d fallen into a sexy dream.
His eyes flicked from mine down to my lips and stayed there. I didn’t want to break this spell, but I also couldn’t wait for him to kiss me again. I parted my lips on my next breath and tilted my chin up, leaning into him, needing him to meet me the other fifty percent of the way.
Just before he leaned in, he looked so deeply into my eyes as if he wanted to dive into the depths of who I was, and at that moment, all I could think about was how perfect it felt when we were together like this.
We were two souls meeting for the first time, discovering something more powerful than either one of us had ever imagined possible. The look on his face clearly said that he knew this was so much more than a snowy hookup.
Our kiss wasn’t even close to sweet. He nipped at my lips like he had my skin, and it wasn’t long before our tongues were intertwined, wrapping together as if we were made to be together. He groaned into my mouth and then grabbed my thighs, picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and turning to the open living room.
He was so incredibly strong and after this, I was demanding that he carry me everywhere. With hardly any effort at all, he bent to his knees, and then pressed me down into the soft, furry rug. Together, we pulled my jeans down my legs, and Bridger tugged my panties off right after them. He tossed them over his shoulders, and I giggled at his disdain for my undergarments, until I saw the awe on his face.
He literally licked his lips like a kid about to walk into a candy store with a hundred bucks. With the same careful measure he took with everything else, instead of diving in like I would have, he started slow, running his hands up and down my body to explore every inch of my skin.
His touches weren’t shy. He knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing. I couldn’t help but moan when he cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over the nipples. But he was only there long enough to tease me before his fingers were tracing the swell of my tummy and then curve of my hip. His total possession of each inch of my body left me with a rise and fall of goosebumps, and the anticipation for what he would do next.
I wanted so much to tease him right back with my own touches and words, but I could hardly do more than sigh and moan. I couldn’t even come up with good dirty talk, and he hadn’t even gotten between my legs yet. I was the one who was ready to beg now. I’d get him back for that when it was my turn. “Please, Bridger. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m barely getting started. Got to get you nice and warmed up. Just wait until I use your thighs as my own personal earmuffs.”
He moved all the way down, past my thighs, and pressed little kisses and licks across each of my toes and then the tops of my feet. I’d certainly never thought ankles were an erogenous zone, but every teasing touch had me glowing hotter and hotter. “Too much more and I won’t just be warm, I’m going to combust and burn the cabin down.”
“I want you completely melted for me, sweetheart.” Hetrailed his fingers back up the outside of each leg, inching closer and closer to my core.
“If I melt anymore for you, I’m going to be a pile of goo right here on your carpet.” The wicked witch of the west, or east as it was, cackled “I’m melting, I’m melting” in my head. And I might have said it out loud if he hadn’tsmiled, dipped his head, brushing his beard along the inside of my thigh, and pulled the fleshiest bit of my leg between his teeth, gently letting it slide between his lips. I groaned and pushed my hips up, needing him to do that exact same thing to my pussy.
“Bridger, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Not until you’ve melted for me at least a couple dozen times.” Finally, finally, finally he pressed hot kisses against my pussy lips. His tongue darted out, flicking across my clit, tasting me as if I were the most delicious treat he’d ever tasted.
He groaned or growled or both at the same time. It was a guttural moan, unable to hold himself back any longer. That kind of sound that came from a man lost in the moment. Lost in me.
His hands moved from my hips up over my stomach, caressing parts of me I didn’t normally like to be touched. But with him, every part of me wanted to be caressed, worshipped. He slid his hands back down and gripped my butt in both hands, holding my pussy tight to his lips, licking and sucking and feasting on me.
The man had a tongue like a god. A really dirty, horny god.
